"You can't be serious." Heather told Chris. "Harold took the bus here! He wasn't even invited!"
"Yeah, but he's free." Chris told them. "Harold you can help Tyler drive!"
"I don't drive anymore." Tyler informed Chris. "Heather does because she hates Courtney."
"What?!" Courtney yelled "I'm not going to clean the house with Tyler! He's really clumsy!"
"I'm not clumsy!" Tyler glared at Courtney.
"Ok fine." Chris sighed and rolled his eyes. "Heather can clean the house with Tyler and Courtney can drive! Duncan's still my body guard and Noah is my personal assistant and Harold is Noah's personal assistant!"
"Wait...what!" Courtney got mad. "Noah gets a personal assistant and I get a crappy limo?!"
"So, you want Harold to drive the limo with you?" Chris smirked at her.
"No!" Courtney yelled.
"I don't want Harold either." Noah told him. "I think he's just going to mess everything up."
"Well ya know what?" Chris laughed at all of them. "I don't care what you guys do! As long as I have my coffee in the morning and some scotch before I go to sleep then I'm fine."
"So, you're not going to help us with this problem that you created?" Heather glared at Chris.
"When have I ever helped with a problem?" Chris laughed "I'm going to let you guys decide this on your own! I'm going to sleep!"
The 6 of them stayed in the kitchen and argued about this for hours unable to decide who was going to do what. Heather was ready to kill them! It was after 11pm and she was getting sick of them all.
"Look, it's simple! Courtney and Harold invited themselves so they should just go home!" Heather yelled at them.
"Why?" Courtney glared at her. "So you can walk away with more money than me?!"
"She already is." Noah rolled his eyes. "Heather and myself are the only two getting paid. Duncan is here because he's running from the law and Tyler's here because he was stupid enough to get on the plane. Courtney, you and Harold are just stupid."
"I...I...don't want to talk about this anymore." Courtney crossed her arms. "You two are just full of shit!"
"At least I have a paycheck." Noah smirked at her.
"I say we do this the prison way!" Duncan told them. "Every man and woman for themselves!"
"What does that mean to the people in the real world?" Tyler asked Duncan.
"It means that we are going to do whatever we want and screw everything up." Noah rolled his eyes.
"That sounds really fun!" Tyler agreed and everyone glared at him except Duncan.
"I agree with Duncan." Heather smirked. "I don't want to scrub floors anymore!"
"Fine." Courtney agreed. "Then we're going to do this our way."
"As long as it gets done, I'm sure Chris wouldn't notice or care." Noah agreed. "I'm in."
Meanwhile Chris was trying to go to sleep. He still hated his life and his neighbors but he really hated Zeke. Yes, it was mean to say but out of all the contestants that could of had his DNA why the hell did it have to be Zeke? Chris's door creaked open and he knew he wasn't going to leave.
"Zeke, go away." Chris groaned in annoyance. "I'm trying to sleep."
"I can't sleep, eh!" Zeke told him.
"Try harder?" Chris suggested.
Zeke ignored him and climbed on the bed and just sat there. Chris was annoyed and sat up in his bed and turned the lamp on.
"What do you want?" Chris asked him.
"Can you tell me how you and my mom met?" Zeke asked Chris. "I'm sure it was romantic."
"I doubt that." Chris laughed. "I don't remember."
"How long did you date?" Zeke asked him.
"We didn't." Chris informed him. "I was drunk and you're mom was just there...I don't even know what she looks like."
"You should call her." Zeke suggested.
"No." Chris told Zeke. "She went to join the carnival."
"It was the circus." Zeke sighed. "She knows I hate clowns..."
"You're a freak." Chris sighed and laid back down on his bed. "Why did I get stuck with you? You're 16 you should want freedom and shit..."
"Can I have a car?" Zeke asked him. "That would be a good idea for freedom."
"Do you know how to drive?" Chris asked him.
"No, but you can teach me, eh!" Zeke told him. "It could be a chance to bond."
"I don't know how to drive either so fuck that idea." Chris told him. "Seriously, go sleep somewhere else."
"Can I go on the internet?" Zeke asked Chris. "I want to check my facebook! I had 6 friends and 2 unfriended me...I need to figure out who did it."
"Zeke, I don't give a shit what you do." Chris sighed.
"I need real friends, eh!" Zeke told him. "How do I do that?"
"Go force the idiots downstairs to hang out with you." Chris told him. "Better yet, Go to bed and then tomorrow you can force them to be friends!"
Zeke yawned and ended up passing out on the floor and Chris was wishing he could booze it up but didn't want Duncan to know he had booze so he just didn't.
There ya go! That's another chapter and Zeke will force people to be his friends!